Lesson From The Soup Can. Poem by Jeong Jung

I’ll tell you of a story,
Of something quite so strange,
Which started with a soup can,
From the Asda® organic range,

I went towards the aisle
To pick up my errands,
Then a sparkling pile of cans,
Caught my very eye.

I was dragged towards it in utter shock,
My brain was finally lit,
I stepped towards the great big stock.
As if my head had been hit,

I practically floated,
Across the white, shiny floor,
I read the sign above the pile,
And my boredom it had tore,

The sign below read;
“Free Game Here!
In every can of soup”
It echoed…echoed silently, in my ear it looped

I grabbed another and one more,
But then my body froze,
I dropped the basket on the ground,
It then did make me doze.

It was not as if I had fainted,
The feeling was not the same.
Yet I was morphing as one creation,
And entering a brand new game,

“Level 1” said a voice
which boomed from far and near,
I was in a maze of pixels.
My figure looked quite queer.

I was not me; not the same,
In appearance not the ways I moved,
For I was like a “Less than sign”
As in maths we had been proved

My view was blocked with many spots,
which was not the greatest treat
However I was put as the job;
These dots I had to eat.

They tasted like nothing I had known,
Its flavour can not be told,
But as there was no mould and spores,
I was guessing; it can’t be that old!

I was then chased around by jelly-men,
Who seemed to be quite cruel
As they were made with bits of soup,
And flesh was made of gruel

They came from left, they sludged from the right,
And attacked me from behind,
Yet I was lucky to escape,
Though it was quite very tight.

Then out of the blue was a giant spot,
Which was bigger that the rest.
It seemed to stop the jelly-men,
The spot had frozen the pest.

I kept on running far away,
And then a beeping sound was made,
It sounded like the game had finished,
Just like in the High street arcade.

I’d had enough, It was hard work,
I wanted to quit this game,
Yet no exit sign had caught my eye,
Yet I was the one to blame.

I never knew a Can would do,
As much of harm as this,
Yet, if I had known the consequences,
I wouldn’t have made this risk,

Yet I was still trapped in the world,
Were Black surrounded you,
Until it was “Level two”
You would turn an electric blue,

I shed a tear of sadness,
My Joy this game had robbed,
But why oh why in all this glory,
Does a game so make me sob?

I had to be brave and strong,
to get out of the place of doom.
But I was warn down and couldn’t move,
I was attacked by a shadow of gloom,

I was stuck as if my controls weren’t working.
It gave me a moment of fright,
I was gobbled down by the jelly-men,
And it sure did give me a fright.

However, I was lucky,
I was back at Asda® store,
I put back the cans in an instant,
I couldn’t possibly stand anymore,

I went straight to the list on the paper,
Held tight in my shaking hand,
It was all I was buying,
I stuck to it tight as a rubber band,

I never again will side-track,
No more soup cans for me,
And if I were to come across a sign,
I would pretend I didn’t see.

Unless. Of course it was something,
That stayed there on my mind,
I might just have a little look,
Though an adventure I may find!